The King of Heaven granted the humans a wish. The earth can listen to the happy sighs echoing as the smell of wet earth maddens every heart.
On this day of the first touch
Of mildest chill at dawn,
The freshness can infect much
Fresh thoughts in minds forlorn.
I wish to be a tree
None bigger may there be
With blackness sprawling underneath
Forwarding the speed of sun so days and nights pass flashing by,
I sit beside my choicest window waiting for the time to die.